On Wednesday evening just after seven, my missus arrived home from work. I heard the key turn in the lock followed by a fearful scream then, a shout of oh my God, it's a dog! My faithful hound (thirteen and arthritic) leapt up to the rescue closely followed by me. Out of the door I went fired up to wrestle with a pitbull/rottie/japanese toza etc, where is it I said, she pointed behind me and I spun round like Bruce Lee but saw nothing. By now, my neighbours had decided to join the show due to all the noise. Where I said, she said on the floor, I looked down and there was this chap right by our door step. Frog dog, sounds the same to me.
My neighbours were wetting theirselves.
Anyhow I got my camera and took a wild shot on auto because I could barely see him in the dark but it came out ok.
